Passed an old home off Hwy. 41 Been around 1850, way before the Union come up on a hill, its got a 500-acre view But there ain't no cotton there since Sherman's boys marched through They've come and us down Guess we had it
Jumped out of my pickup truck, was something in the wind Filled my soul with empty and sent a across my skin Heard the ghost of a black man "Blue" across the field He said "they sold my only daughter to that mansion on a hill" And I to burn it down Aww, but it wouldn't do no
I cried Dixie, go rest in peace We've got trouble here without you haunting me We buried that cross now we're ahead So go on Dixie bother me, I'm tryin' to forget
Drove up to the courthouse that holds the county I walked underneath the poplar trees, casting shadows on Main I the old bronze marker I'd seen many times before And after all these years I learned what branches were for They to hang 'em here, back in the days of ole Jim Crowe
A black man I knew from high school walkin' out in chains He used to make me laugh, but now his eyes were with pain He got busted rock down there on MLK So the county and locked him up and took his kids away Oh, he to seem alright to me Man, I wonder what wrong
I cried Dixie, go rest in peace got enough trouble here without you haunting me We buried that cross now I'm looking So go on Dixie don't bother me, I'm tryin' to
Way down yonder in the land of cotton, oh how times have But I wonder if the is marching on Its hard to be a Southern man and learn history it all comes back and hits you close to home
I cried Dixie, go rest in peace got enough trouble here without you haunting me We buried that now I'm trying to make a dime So go on don't bother me, So go on don't bother me, So go on Dixie don't me, I ain't got the time